…into that good night. A poem read in high school that stayed with me… Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked […]Read more "Do Not Go Gentle…"
Walker, California. Highway 395. The sights we see alongside the highways and byways on road trips that compel us to wonder and pull over…Read more "A town says a silent thank you…"